The creator of all life
Made me mate
Forced me to live where it’s cold
I am a wild soul
That’s why I am in control
But you cretins use me as bait
Like you I am a child of the universe
My spirit is part of us all
You miserable wretches
As far as life stretches
Your evil it just does appal
You strip me of my skin
And make it
Into your fashion you do
You are the nastiest morons alive
Anti fur as it were
It is true
The trapping
The skinning
The murder
We survive out there we do
You human beings need the trapping
And skinning
And anal electrocution too
And what’s it about
So that you wear our skin
Dye it and brush it
You don’t hear the din
You can’t hear the babies
Scream out in the night
You can’t know the agony
It’s out of sight
You wear our skins
And you think it looks right
But actually it looks remarkably bad
You look terribly ugly
And In reality sad
The fur trade’s a bloody trade
The fur trade don’t care
The likes of the big stores
Are never aware
It’s the bottom line
The pokers they use
It burns our entrails
And does so abuse
At Harvey Nichols
At Harrods as well
Bloody great stores
With a real horrid smell
They deal in the mucus
They deal in the pain
It’s all about profit
And going insane